#facesitting.

[playfully-sadistic]

Reminder that you should regularly ride your sub's handsome face because when they have that fucked out, oxygen-deprived, wide-eyed look in their eyes and every centimeter of their face is glistening and wet... they're just even more handsome.

Not to mention that you really ought to help them with their skincare, eh?

[tawneybel]

Imagine after co-showering, Lalo asks you to wake him up in an hour by sitting on his face. 

[playfully-sadistic]

Your face is so pretty, treasure. So pretty that it just begs me to bury it between my thighs and cover it in my wetness, mercilessly ride it from your mouth to your forehead, indulge in the way you wriggle beneath me whenever you're dangerously out of air, so pretty even that I might use it to hump myself high against it every evening, every morning too if you're looking extra beautiful (you always do), and by the end of it all, you'll spend every minute at home soaked in my taste and smell and there's nothing you'd exchange that for.

[tawneybel]

Note: Two imagines this week ’cause I only posted one last week of Feb. Posts gonna be weekly, not bi-weekly, for the foreseeable future.

Imagine Nakia finding you before Shuri and Riri. By walking in on your posing for one of Namor’s murals. Nude.

K’uk’ulkan, as he preferred you call him, was too entranced with your body to notice her. Entranced, like you’d been by his siren’s call. Your would-be rescuer’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. Nakia’s gaze darted to your newest lover. Bewildered, she looked back at you.

You bit your lip. Some Dora Milaje you were. Employing your form instead of your spear.

To subdue Namor, you initially tried to convince yourself. The Queen Mother wasn’t going to be happy. You shook your head.

Not now.

Then you mouthed directions to the “guest room.”

“Yes, my love?”

“Oh, nothing, K’uk’ulkan. My jaw’s just still sore from earlier.”

Talokan’s king smiled. Reminiscing about your lips on his cock. “Do you wish to finish this later?”

“Stretch my limbs?” you replied, adjusting yourself into a sitting possession. Giving him an excellent glimpse of your teats as Nakia made her exit.

“Let me return the favor,” the king offered, removing his cloak. “Let me kneel for you. Unless…” He paused, bending one knee. “…you want to introduce me to queening.”